I guess love’s a funny thing the way it fades away without a warning. It doesn’t ask to be excused. And when it’s gone oh, it’s gone and it ain’t ever comin’ back There is nothing you can do to save it
And I don’t need opinions from those never a part of it. Don’t need them pointing out my problems, they’re mine. Don’t need reminders, I know better than anyone. And yeah, I know, I should be finding another way. I know that I should be out seeking a substitute. But just forgetting never really made sense to me.